Jun 01, 2004 06:28
We're moving.
That's not really an epic announcement. We're only going across town, after all. To a nicer house, in fact, where I'll have more privacy, living in a completely separate apartment from my parents -- I'll be sharing with my sister, but it's two bedrooms so no harm no foul.
That's not really what the post is about, anyway. The post is about my room. I've had this same room for twelve, maybe thirteen years now, ever since we moved into the house. Chose it myself. Ever since the day I moved in here as a kid, I've been accumulating stuff of all kinds. A lot of it's gotten thrown out over the years, of course. But I've always been a pack rat, a nest-maker as it were.
Just half an hour ago, in preparation for the move to the new house and the sale of this one (we need to repaint the room) I peeled everything off my walls. Everything -- pictures, posters, old school assignments -- all sorts of things that had been stuck up there and acquired over the last decade plus two. It's all gone now, most of it waiting to be thrown out.
I find myself missing it all so very much.